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Buicks R Us: My fiwst bwog entwee
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Saturday, July 30, 2005. My fiwst bwog entwee. Welcome, Vilkommen, Bienvenue, Menudos, tacosburritos, etc etc. Hope you enjoy my blog. If you are anything like me, you will read this site, get interested for a couple of days and stop. Basically because I will be doing the same. enjoy your 1.5 minute read and move on. Move along people, nothing to read here. Posted by 71buickfreak @ 12:02 PM. You are a freak. POST SOMETHING ELSE ALREADY! LOLwelcome to the blog world.SM sent me to check it out!
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Buicks R Us: July 2005
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Saturday, July 30, 2005. My fiwst bwog entwee. Welcome, Vilkommen, Bienvenue, Menudos, tacosburritos, etc etc. Hope you enjoy my blog. If you are anything like me, you will read this site, get interested for a couple of days and stop. Basically because I will be doing the same. enjoy your 1.5 minute read and move on. Move along people, nothing to read here. Posted by 71buickfreak @ 12:02 PM. View my complete profile. My fiwst bwog entwee. Buick Performance dot com. Where THEY Waste Time.
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Buicks R Us: August 2005
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Tuesday, August 30, 2005. Well, I was chatting it up with a buddy at work today. He loves to hear my stories. You could say I have a few. In particular, he loves to hear about my school days. Not college. Elementary. You see I was what they call a "trouble maker". I was a hyperactive, overly-imaginative kid. I loved to play and talk and run and do stuff, sitting in a desk was not my strong suit. Add to that my jumping around from school to school, I was a bit mis-understood. To stay inside the margins.
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Buicks R Us: My first expulsion
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Tuesday, August 30, 2005. Well, I was chatting it up with a buddy at work today. He loves to hear my stories. You could say I have a few. In particular, he loves to hear about my school days. Not college. Elementary. You see I was what they call a "trouble maker". I was a hyperactive, overly-imaginative kid. I loved to play and talk and run and do stuff, sitting in a desk was not my strong suit. Add to that my jumping around from school to school, I was a bit mis-understood. To stay inside the margins.